New furniture

We finally broke down and bought new furniture, a couch and coffee table. The coffee table I gave to one of my reporters who had just moved and was furnishing a new apartment. The couch we donated to Turning Point, an outreach organization for battered women seeking shelter from abusive relationships.

Here's a photo of the new couch. It's red, people! A nice change from the beige ones we'd been considering. We normally don't let Winchell up on the couch because she sheds so much, but for the purposes of modeling, you can see we made an exception. Normally we don't let John on the couch much either. Hee hee.

The coffee table is also a big departure. It's round, not rectangular, but that actually works better in the room, since the dimensions of the room are kind of narrow. It makes it easier to navigate without barking one's shins on a corner of the table.

Snow day

It doesn't snow in Alabama very often, just about once every five years or so. We're not prepared for it most years. Snowflakes tend to generate panic in most Alabamians, of the stock-up-on-bread-and-milk variety.

We'd been promised snow once already this winter, and in fact, the day turned out to be 60 degrees, so I tend not to believe the forecasters when they swear up and down that THIS time, we'll see the white stuff.

But for once, they got it right. Last Sunday, March 1, we woke up to about three inches of snow and more falling. It didn't stick around; most of it melted by 2 p.m., but it was still a sight to see.

Winchell enjoyed herself walking around the snow. At first, she wandered around, looking at the falling flakes with a WTF? expression on her face, but after it stopped, she made herself at home and cooled her undersides. Note the pawprints on the front porch. She had herself a time tromping around. Being an Alabama dog, she had never seen snow before so I have a feeling she didn't quite know what to make of it.